Nothing Opens Your Heart And Eyes Like Your Very Own Baby

I'm a 34 year old lesbian with a two year old and another in the oven. During the days when we were shut in I kept up a remote relationship with a male coworker. He complained of suffering without woman. I went back and forth and in retrospect probably led him on. One day he knocked on my door, although that was against the regulations. He was there to get some time with me.

We went round and round, but I lost ground until I threw in the towel. Whatever. Halfway through his sexual pleasure I became anxious and asked him not to come inside. Whether he was deaf, didn't care what I wanted, or consumed in sexual arousal he came inside of me, months and months worth, relieving his frustration. My sexual libido raised by his sexual fervor sent me into ovulation. One time, first intercourse for me, I became pregnant.

I brought home my baby, our baby, in March of 2021. It's been a new experience, and deferring to his desire for a second baby I gave in. We are back at work, my mother baby sitting for me.

On my thirtieth birthday celebration my then partner and I declared loudly we would not bring children into this world. What a selfish short sighted woman I was. Bring them on, this mama's womb is open for business.